As the Summer of Big Books begins, I plunged into the one I’ve been procrastinating on for about a decade (or, in modern parlance, tl;dr) – The Brothers Karamazov.

It’s surprisingly readable, or at least the first third has been. For some reason I thought it would be interminable monologues about The Existence (Or Otherwise) Of God, In A Russian Manner, but apart from the Grand Inquisitor chapter it’s been full of plot.

I probably won’t finish it by the time I go to Washington DC, though, and if I leave it I might not pick it up again after I return, but it’s not exactly the most scintillating travel reading. Well, I might shift between it and Sarah Waters’ The Night Watch.